𝐝𝐞𝐣𝐚 𝐯𝐮 , 𝟖𝟎𝐬

33 = malfunction

"let's go!" i whisper yelled to corey as we stood in the tree covered median next to the highway.

"i don't wanna go back to the 80s! i've seen the titanic, i'm a changed man now!" he complained.

"corey it's 5 in the morning, i don't really want to be standing next to santa monica boulevard right now." i complained back to him. the highway was already busy with cars this early. i can hear them whipping past us at the high speed they're all going.

"wouldn't it be nice if the portal was like, in your backyard or something? a nice, calming, secluded area?" he continued to drag out the time.

"yeah, well bring it up to jason. he's the one that hit naomi and i right here which caused the portal. but, we're never going to be able to ask him if we don't head back! so let's go!"

corey let out a long groan, like a little kid throwing a temper tantrum. he moped towards me and then stepped through the portal with me.

it's always so much calmer on the other side. not as many cars, and they're definitely not as loud.

"i don't know if i can keep it a secret, ken." corey said as we walked towards the road.

"keep what a secret?"

"that you and i had a movie date last night."

i looked over at him, he was giving me puppy dog eyes while trying to hold in a laugh.

"oh shut up, last night was not a movie date." i giggled.

"you're right, i'd never go on a date with you."

i faked a gasp, "why not?"

"because hanging out with you is enough. i can't imagine what your crazy ass is like on a date. i feel sympathy for jason."

i laughed, as i tried to track down a taxi for us.

"you are getting on my last nerve, haim."

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about an hour has passed as corey and i were being driven around by a very lost taxi driver. i think we've circled around the same area about 20 times.

my head is currently in my hands as i'm trying very hard to mentally be anywhere but here.

"um, excuse me sir." corey said, leaning forward in his seat toward the driver, "you can just let us out anywhere, really."

"no, i'll get you to where you need to go." the man driving seemed to have a french accent, possibly mixed with something else i can't identify.

"kennedy, what do we do?" corey whispered to me, "i have to pee so bad."

i sighed, sitting up straight, "we don't want to go there anymore, right here is fine."

"all of you americans are so indecisive." the driver said, quickly pulling off to the side of the road and slamming on the breaks.

"sorry." i scrunched my face, handing him his tip through the cage. he snatched the money out of my hands as he continued on with his rant about us.

corey quickly ushered me out of the car. i ended up tripping over the curb and falling onto the concrete.

"get up, get up!" he grabbed my hand.

"i'm tired!" i whined.

"and i have to pee!"

i sighed, pulling myself up and to my feet.

"what if someone recognizes me?" i whisper to him as we begin walking down the sidewalk.